2016

Before I get down to the real business at hand, I’d like to mention that Joe is actually very pleased with the truck that Jeffie had given him the previous week as a birthday gift. Having ridden in it, I must say it is quite a ride! Yeah, I know, it’s amazing. Jeffie actually got something right. Just savor the moment and mark the calendar.Anyway, on to the subject matter concerning one of the most bizarre evenings I’ve ever experienced on the Metallic Onslaught. Actually, scratch that. This was the weirdest night EVER...We established early that something...or someone...seemed to be among the missing, although we couldn’t seem to put our finger on who this being was. Someone who referred to themselves as KnownAs...and from there we drew a blank. I mean, there seemed to be something in the back of our minds that suggested the sound of a train whistle...but nope...just could not grasp who...or what...it could be. Hell, we’d even guessed it must be Jeffie, but we really wouldn’t miss him if he were among the missing, so there was no way that it could have been him.The black soul-sucking Void that Jeffie had created the week before was still occupying the space beyond the door that led to the back lawn. It was even more bizarre because I swore that I could hear the occasional chirping of birds from the Void, and even music. Joe and Rick insisted that they couldn’t hear anything, and that I needed to just forget about the Void, but something like that is really hard to put out of your mind.Jeffie did eventually show up, and he could also hear the birds and the music, although he claimed that it really wasn’t music, and that we should just not aknowledge that anything was amiss. Once again...hard to do...Jeffie actually attempted to pin the blame on me, as opposed to his dabbling with things that were outside the realm of his understanding. Yep, he said something about my gravity well being the cause of it, but we all know that his tampering with the laws of the universe are to blame. And, his solution to the problem seems to be moving the void to the other side of the universe...or moving us to the other side of the universe...one or the other...Things started getting weirder when the Void started distorting sound in the studio. Jeffie decided he’d take one for the team, attempting to close the back door. Problem was, the door was nowhere to be seen, being concealed by the Void. As he approached the door, he said that something was moving around in the blackness...and then the idiot stepped out into the Void. It was kinda funny. We literally forgot who Jeffie was once he disappeared, but then he showed up again, much to our surprise. Something seemed very off about him, though. This Jeffie was nowhere near as animated, and spoke in a bleak, soulless monotone.This Jeffie assured us that the Void was actually a park, and that I should come with him. He assured me that it was a nice park, with music, and that Josh (THAT’S who was missing!) was there, waiting for us. And he said that Jackyl would be performing...which, admittedly, did spark my interest. Hey, I kinda dig Jackyl, can’t help it. My mind changed quickly when he mentioned that Bon Jovi would be headlining. Honestly, Bon Jovi is one of those bands that I would chew my own leg off to escape...He also mentioned that there was all the blood I could drink, which really didn’t do anything to motivate me. But then, he mentioned Jackyl again, and that Doro Pesch and Lita Ford were there...he really had me interested for a bit. So interested, in fact, that Joe found it necessary to tie me to my chair using bungee chord.Joe wasn’t buying any of it, and soon demonstrated, in brutal fashion, that this Jeffie was actually a robot...or at the very least some kind of cybernetic being from beyond. Yep, Joe cut Jeffies’ hand off at the wrist, revealing circuits and wires. Pretty, hypnotically stimulating circuits and wires...The final straw came when Jeffie offered to make me a throne of babies if I went to the park, which is probably one of the most disturbing things to be uttered in my time on this show. The idea was actually kind of maddening, I just could not wrap my mind around the idea of a throne composed entirely of babies...Joe was so mortified at all of this that he actually physically dragged robot-cyborg Jeffie to the Void and threw him in. Joe also took a moment to shut the door that the real Jeffie had failed to close, finally shutting off access to that black, madness-inducing pit of nothingness. Granted, that pit was still there, but it was easier to ignore once the door was shut.To our amazement, Jeffie returned again. This time he seemed like himself, but he was claiming to have been dreaming of the park, and he pretty much ended up repeating everything the robot had said. Joe was convinced that this was another robot, so he picked up a hammer and bashed the latest Jeffies’ head in. We thought Joe’s suspicions to be be confirmed when the hammer hit metal, putting a ringing in our ears, and a large hole in Jeffie’s head...a hole that revealed steel plating...Yep, we were sure it was another robot, right up to the point where Jeffie’s “death music” started playing, which was the tell-tale sign that Joe had, indeed, killed a real Jeffie. And Azkath wasn’t too happy with it, as he’d come in to find Jeffie’s corpse lying on the floor. Apparently we’re only supposed to kill Jeffie’s outdoors. And, as it turns out, that metal plate was all part of Jeffie’s training regimen for our still-upcoming Death Match. Seems he’d been fortifying parts of his skeleton with steel.In the end, I guess the evening wasn’t all bad. I mean, any night that ends with a genuine Jeffie death is a pretty good one!

So, this episode was broadcast two days after I’d had my knee procedure done, which went pretty well, I’m happy to say. Definitely noticing a difference, and I’ll be returning to the ol’ day job pretty soon.It was also the broadcast that fell around Joe’s birthday, meaning it was the evening that Jeffie and I were to have our Three Stages Of Hell Death Match. Obviously that didn’t happen, as the knee still needs a bit of time to heal.Of course, the rest of the crew still were in denial about the whole knee thing. Joe had actually suggested that we could settle the Death Match with a round of Rock, Paper, Scissors. Leave it to Jeffie to completely misunderstand the meaning of that, as he immediately left to acquire a rock, some paper, and a pair of scissors to torment me with. In fact, I ended up getting a facial hair trimming for my trouble, as well as a rock to my...well, my rocks...Jeffie was pretty damned insistent that I just let him win the match by default, which is absolutely not what I wanted at all. And Rick even offered to battle Jeffie in my place, but that wasn’t part of the plan, either. I’ll be darned if I’m going to just concede and let Jeffie have an empty victory. If he wants this, he’s gonna have to earn it. All in due time, when the knee is back up to snuff.

We’d been recording outside, but were forced back indoors thanks to some unforeseen circumstances. First of all, there’d been a loud bang from somewhere inside the usual digs. Now, you’d think an explosion from the inside would not have had us relocating into our normal recording area, but Jeffie insisted that we were actually safer there than where we’d previously been. In fact, he was pretty insistent about us not even looking outdoors. Of course, curiosity got the better of me, and what I saw was downright horrifying.You see, Jeffie had been working on something he called a Paradox Machine, and his dabblings with the fabric of time/space forced a large void of nothingness to appear directly outside the back door of our studio. There was no way to tell how much of the back yard this void consumed, but luckily it only seemed to be hovering in that area. It was also emitting, as Jeffie put it, a very colorful smell.So, yeah, I’d taken a moment to stare into that abyss...and it was staring back!

As we continued our attempts to ignore the void in the back yard, Jeffie decided it was time to give Joe his birthday present. Bear in mind that last year Jeffie thought a refrigerator was an awesome gift idea. Not to say we didn’t find it entertaining when Joe decided to use it to pummel the living hell out of Jeffie, but come on...a refrigerator?Imagine our surprise when Jeffie had Joe peek out the front window, where we could see a brand new pickup truck parked in the driveway, followed by our utter astonishment as Jeffie handed Joe the keys to it.There’s GOT to be a catch...there’s ALWAYS a catch...

Recap by Randy MetalWulf: And the denial continues!Yep, nobody believes the issues with my knee are real, nobody believes I’m having surgery (less than a day away as of this writing), and everybody believes that I’m afraid to face Jeffie in that stupid death match! Oh, and apparently I’m officially the “Eeyore” of the Metallic Onslaught...Look, the match is gonna happen! Just not now! If all goes well, we can do this long before summer is over! Joe even insisted that I was having crying jags when he came to train me, insisted that all I did was whine about being afraid of Jeffie, blah, blah, blah...hell, he even claimed to have a jar of my tears! LIES!!! ALL LIES!!!And then Azkath comes along and says that he may not be able to clone me in between matches (this is best of three deaths, after all), although he has a huge storage facility with tons of back-up Jeffies. But, apparently it’s more difficult to clone me, and there may be difficulties doing so this time. So, I guess they’re going to have to go with necromancy to raise me from the dead, assuming Jeffie succeeds in killing me even once...Speaking of Jeffie, he showed up to rub his supposed training regimen in my face, part of which has been lifting a towel with his...you know. Yeah, apparently he dangles weights from the towel. What he plans on doing with that thing when we have the actual match is anyone’s guess. I cringe just thinking about it...which made it worse when he confiscated my phone and took pics of the results.Imagine a wart on a fettuccine noodle...He also took the time to tell us about this new game he invented...pee pinball. Literally, you control the flippers with your urinary control. I’ll just leave that thought there for your brain to process, and perhaps you’ll understand why Jeffies have been routinely killed off over the years.Joe felt the need to really get under my nerves with some stupid business regarding my thoughts on Richie Sambora not touring with Bon Jovi. I made it quite clear that I don’t give a rat’s ass about anything to do with that band, or it’s members, or the majority of their fan base, as far as that goes. As a matter of fact, I’ve gone above and beyond the call of duty to make it abundantly clear that I hate Bon Jovi almost more than any other 80’s artist. (Of them all...I hate only Britny Fox and Winger more...).And yes, fine, it hasn’t always been that way. There was a time when I actually liked to listen to a bit of Bon Jovi. I was never a huge fan, but there was some decent music on the first two albums. It wasn’t until Slippery When Wet came out and got smeared all over the airwaves and MTV that I really began to despise them.But, Joe insisted on getting my opinion, and I gave it...and made it necessary for Azkath to edit some bad words from the broadcast, despite making a strong effort to not curse.I think that Bon Jovi conversation was the straw that broke the camel’s back, so to speak. I got so fed up with Joe later in the evening that I made a confession. I mean, I’m all for having this death match after I’ve healed, but I admitted that I’m glad we won’t be able to do it for Joe’s birthday. After all, my victory was going to be a birthday gift for Joe, but if he’s going to be such a complete dick, I really don’t want to give him a birthday gift!Yep, fuck that guy, I’m GLAD this has to wait!

Recap by Randy Metalwulf: We saw the return of Nathan this week, and I was pretty quick to remind him of something that happened when he last visited. As you’ll recall, Nathan concluded that show by performing sit-ups while straddling my head...I made sure that he knew there’s some payback in the works for that, but first I’ve gotta make sure this knee has been properly tended to.Speaking of the knee, the Denial Game continues, as these guys still think I’m attempting to ditch out on my death match with Jeffie. That is not the case at all, it’s going to happen. It just has to wait until a bit later down the line, hopefully before the summer is over.Joe insists that I need to begin training immediately, even going so far as to suggest I lose about 240 pounds. Unfortunately, that would put me at approximately 90 pounds, a weight that even Nathan would be able to knock over just by breathing.Then there was the suggestion that they just trim the excess off of me with a chainsaw, which is pretty obviously not an option. Also laughable was the idea that I should race Nathan, which would be ludicrous even if I didn’t have a bum knee.Azkath was so insistent that I was okay that he decided to test my reflexes, proceeding to knock my good knee with a hammer, and then moving on to the bad knee. Pretty sure he did me no favors.To top it all off, because Nathan is kinda like MacGyver in this respect, a lie detector test was constructed on the spot. Normally I’d say Nathan is fully capable of pulling off something like that. Seriously, this kid is an electronics whiz. But, in this instance, he was able to construct a completely malfunctional lie detector, because I got zapped every time I told the truth. Talk about your epic fails...Speaking of fails, Joe related a story about how he’d been craving a banana split, and coming up short when his wife went to order one, only to learn that the shop was out of bananas. She was then asked if she still wanted the banana split, which was pretty pointless when it all boiled down.

Much to my chagrin, the evening once again ended with Nathan firmly planted on my head, with more sit-ups commencing from there.He’ll get his...just give it time...

Recap by Randy Metalwulf: So, early on in the broadcast Joe pointed out that I was wearing some form of bio-mechanical device. As much as I’d like to say it was something cool like that, it was really just a knee brace. Yep, been having some complications in recent weeks, and things came to a head when I got out of bed one morning and couldn’t stand up straight. As a matter of fact, the pain was so intense that I’m sure the neighbors heard me when I screamed...As of this writing, I can confirm that it is a badly torn meniscus in conjunction with some floating debris in the knee joint that is most likely pieces of cartilage. Surgery is pending, and doesn’t sound like it’s going to be overly extensive or invasive. Keepin’ my fingers crossed!Of course, Joe seemed to think that all of this was a result of Azkath beating me for smoking at Metal Fest, but my knees weren’t subject to any of that.Speaking of Azkath, he has his own theories as to what’s wrong with my knee...as in, nothing is wrong with my knee. Yep, he seems to think that I’m making this all up to avoid my Three Stages Of Hell Death Match with Jeffie, which was originally planned to coincide with Joe’s birthday. This isn’t even remotely true, of course, but I can’t seem to get that through his head. In fact, Jeffie is convinced that I’m chickening out, which is completely laughable. I’m not afraid of that goof at all! In fact, I’ve been concocting all kinds of fun things for him to endure when he has to become my man-servant for a month. All of that is just going to have to wait until I’ve healed, that’s all there is to it. That death match is a go...just at a later date.We confirmed that Josh is still a fainting goat when it comes to getting tickled, although he seems to have become a bit more resilient over the past couple years. In fact, I’m pretty sure this time he was able to stay seated, where before he’d just stiffen up and topple to the ground.Joe had asked what happened to Nathan, who we hadn’t seen since Metal Fest, where he was running the sound board for the show. He even suggested that we take a road trip to kidnap him, but Nathan lives in Moravia, which is a tiny bit of a stretch from where we record. It was, however, suggested that if Joe wanted to make the trip, I should ride along and record it for posterity. I honestly didn’t think it was too terrible an idea, I’m sure it would have been worth more than a few laughs. Part road-trip buddy-flick, part docu-comedy, part...oh, who the hell knows how it would pan out. Truth is, Joe didn’t like the idea at all, so it didn’t happen.The evening began coming to a close as Azkath shared a recent Tab story. Basically, it was Memorial Day weekend, and he couldn’t find Tab anywhere, literally having to make a trip to Canandaigua to pick up the last few cases they had in stock.I shouldn’t have to describe where the night went from there, but I will...Joe mysteriously disappeared after discovering that Azkath had Tab on the premises. He wasn’t gone long, only about five minutes, but something was kinda fishy. Our suspicions were confirmed when Azkath stated that Joe’s truck was full of empty Tab cans. Now, you may ask yourself how much Tab can a person possibly drink in five minutes. In Joe’s case, the answer would be approximately four cases. And, if you think back to late last fall, you’ll remember that Joe got ridiculously ill from chugging just two 2-liter bottles of Tab, swearing that he only got sick because it was leftover from 1978 or so. I mean, Joe puked EVERYWHERE that night, it was nightmarish.Now...imagine what it would have been like when Joe started projectile vomiting four cases of Tab. And then imagine being the only target who can’t move out of the way fast enough because his knee sucks...

Started the night on a sad note, as we kicked the show off with three Megadeth tracks in honor of the late Nick Menza. Nick suffered a heart attack in L.A. while performing with his current band, Ohm, effectively checking out while doing what he loved. Menza played drums on four Megadeth albums, starting with 1990’s Rust In Peace and continuing on through Countdown To Extinction, Youthanasia, and Cryptic Writings. The Mustaine / Ellefson / Menza / Friedman era is widely considered the best Megadeth lineup, not that the band has ever suffered from a lack of talent. Nick was incredibly talented, and will be sorely missed.

This week was the first where the weather was suitable for setting up and recording outside. Honestly, we’d gotten off easy this past winter, but spring seemed to be dragging it’s feet a bit. Now, I’m happy to say that spring has absolutely sprung, and right now it feels more like mid-July than late May. No complaints!

Should probably take a moment to mention The Grindmother. This album surprised the hell out of us not only because it’s grindcore being performed by a sixty-seven year old grandmother (yes, you read that correctly), but it’s also just that good of an album. Worth looking into!

We spent a good deal of time discussing Finger lakes Metal Fest 2016, which was a blast, as always! This show just gets bigger and bigger every year. In fact, the estimated head count for 2016 was between 650-800 people. Bear in mind that within the past four years, we would see perhaps half that. Word has definitely traveled, and it’s always good to see new faces coming out to enjoy the vibe! The real highlight of the weekend, of course, is the bands. Solid sets from each and every one of them. Gotta say, one moment that particularly stood out for me was the intensity of the mosh pit during Thirteen South. This was their final show, and I’d promised R.J. (their vocalist) that I would do something crazy for them. I mean, being a full moon and all, it only seemed natural that Wulfie should jump into the pit for a bit! MetalFest did have it’s repercussions, though. It’s not uncommon to feel like you’ve been hit by a truck after it’s all over. And, for me, it only got worse.

Yes, I’d been stupid. After five months without a cigarette, I bought a pack of smokes for Metal Fest weekend. And Azkath found out. And bad, bad things happened to me.Like having styrofoam broken open over my head...with a barbed-wire baseball bat.Like being thrown into a barbed-wire net.Like having particle board unsuccessfully broken over my head. I mean, it broke a little...especially after Rick took a swing at my dome. Apparently my eyes rolled up into the back of my head after his shot. Rick knows no restraint...Like having my “bells” rung. Meaning that Azkath held a ten-pound barbell weight to my crotch while hitting it with a hammer. I think everybody suffered from that, as the ringing pierced the ears rather painfully.Smoking sucks...

Recap by Randy Metalwulf: We started things off by running down the details of Finger Lakes Metal fest 2016 one more time. As of this writing, the event has come and gone, but we’ll get to that at a later time, as I’m sure there will be plenty of discussion on the next show.Jeffie read an article regarding something called Cowbell Hero, made by the creators of Guitar Hero for people who can’t seem to master the complex gameplay of the latter. We were all a bit suspicious of this as Jeffie started reading off the songs to be included on the game. I mean, correct me if I’m wrong, but Metallica’s “Master Of Puppets” did not have a single cowbell anywhere to be found. Same with any song by Slayer, AC/DC, Black Sabbath, or Led Zeppelin.Okay, I stand corrected on Sabbath. “Megalomania” did feature cowbell...can’t say for sure regarding Zeppelin or AC/DC, my memory doesn’t quite serve me well enough. The point being, of course, that we were pretty sure this was a complete gag article, but Jeffie will pretty much believe anything he reads on the internet.Jeffie keeps trying to pull off episodes of Racist Randy...I’m a bananaDammit...why does that keep happening?Anyhow, I keep telling him that I’m not even remotely racist...I’m a bananaFUCK!!!Okay, this is weird. Anytime I even think the word racist...I’m a bananaCan’t remember how we got on the subject, but Joe had mentioned that Jeffie had hurt his feelings. I decided to bust his balls a bit and told him to stop being so butthurt. Rick then called me out because I’d been offended the week before when he literally aimed his ass at my face before leaving, and farted in my direction. Now, contrary to what Rick suggested, I did not go home and eat Panda Paws ice cream while douching (basically his way of calling me a pussy...), but it did strike me as a bit rude. And, while my ass may occasionally be a sewage hole, as Jeffie has claimed, at no point have I ever intentionally aimed my ass at anybody on this show. Of course, it has also been said that it isn’t necessary for me to aim my ass in any direction.Anyhow, the concept of my ass being a sewage hole brought up an entirely different discussion as Joe started making references to Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. This went and triggered a further discussion about a recent porn parody I’d seen called Ten-Inch Mutant Ninja Turtles, much to the dismay of the other guys. Not that I went into graphic detail, mind you, but let’s face it, that flick probably ruined some childhoods...Things got worse somehow when Jeffie asked me what other kind of porn I’m into, and to be honest, I don’t watch a great deal of it. Don’t have anything against it, mind you, just not the be-all end-all of my existence. I was honest about this. And I was also honest when Jeffie asked me what my fetishes were. Not like we’ve never discussed this on the show before, and I’ve really got nothing to hide. There is no shame in being a leg man. Some guys like boobs, I like legs and tush. And if those legs happen to be covered in nylon, be it in the form of pantyhose or stockings, so much the better. No shame, actually a pretty common thing, like it or not, so I’ve got nothing to apologize for.Somehow things progressed to Jeffie asking what Josh’s fetishes were. Quite frankly, I’d be more worried about Josh, because it seem that he is really into tanks. And people say my fetish is weird. Jeffie even speculated as to whether or not Josh actually “went off” like a tank, and NOBODY wanted to think about that.Joe’s fetish, it seems, is Jeffie death, which probably makes him some lower grade of necrophiliac, but who am I to judge?

Recap by Randy: Once again, Joe’s week was made because he got to kick the show off by playing his favorite Alice Cooper song! It was, after all, Friday the 13th! Can’t believe he keeps denying how much he hates the song, he’s really not fooling any of us.We saw the return of Rick this week, as he’d missed out on No Pants Day by going to see Soulfly in Rochester that night. There were eleven bands on that bill, so I’m pretty sure he’d been camping out since at least Sunday night...possibly Saturday...We had to take a moment to discuss a sad occurrence in our local music scene, as it had been announced that the Eagle Hotel in Lodi was closing it’s doors, possibly for good. Kristin Jennings had really set herself apart by hosting metal shows in that tiny little town, and we all appreciate the efforts made by her and her staff. Everybody who attended a show there were treated like family. The venue will be sorely missed, and we wish them all our very best.Poor KnownAsJosh seemed to be completely at a loss, as I’d taken possession of the train whistle early in the evening, effectively “Choo-choo blocking” him. In fact, at one memorable moment of the show, he seemed to be reaching for the whistle, only to find Joe’s soda bottle. Hilariously, it looked like he was attempting to...well...”stroke” the bottle...He finally decided he’d had enough and promptly retrieved the whistle from me, which seemed to be fine with everybody else, as I couldn’t seem to achieve the volume levels that he’s able to. I chalk it up to too many years of inhaling tobacco smoke...Joe had mentioned reading about Tab being linked to some deaths, so it appears that he’s officially sworn off it. He did, however, suggest that Jeffie should start drinking it by the vat.Speaking of Jeffie, it appears that whoever loses our Three Stages Of Hell Death Match will have to be the man-servant for the winner, for a period of one month. So, now I not only get to look forward to killing him twice, I also get to plot all the fun things I’m gonna do to humiliate him for an entire month!Hell yeah, life is GOOD!

Joe was actually impressed with the fact that I’d started the show fully clothed, considering this was our No Pants Day broadcast. It really didn’t take me long to remedy that, and before long I was in a t-shirt and my boxers.

Jeffie showed up not too much later, but refused to take part. It seems that I’ve completely ruined No Pants Day for him with some of my previous antics. In my defense, I should mention that I really don’t remember how most of that prior behavior came to pass. It’s not like I actually planned on becoming “Mandy”! But, yeah, Jeffie was taking a strong stance of protest this year.That was okay, though, because we had a special guest drop by. David Gee is one of Azkath’s co-hosts on The Last Exit For The Lost, and hadn’t visited the Metallic Onslaught in quite some time. As a matter of fact, this was his first visit to our new digs, and he was fully prepared to celebrate No Pants Day! In fact, he may have been a little too ready, as he seemed pretty eager to try to duplicate what Nathan had pulled off a few months back. Dave’s attempt at combining My Crotch, Your Face with sit ups was pretty much an epic fail. Can’t say I’m disappointed...can’t really say I’m pleased either...it really just sucks to be subjected to that whole thing...Keeping to true No Pants Day tradition, I was actually wearing layers of underwear, so as the evening wore on the boxers came off, leaving me in my nice, comfy Batman boxer briefs. These were last seen back around Christmas when Nathan received his Pantsless Santa Dance.I had to take a moment to be perfectly honest with the guys. Truth is, despite my earlier proclamation stating that I would be getting naked this year, I admitted that I never really planned on going through with it. You can only imagine my shock, then, when we came back for a talk break and found myself to be wearing only socks. Yep, somewhere during that prior music break I’d removed everything that mattered. It’s a good thing that my chair is nice and deep and cushiony, because otherwise that was probably the only thing that kept the rest of the guys from tearing their own eyes out in horror.Jeffie must have seen more than the rest, though, because he felt that I desperately needed a trim. In fact, he was so firm in this belief that he decided to find a lawn care tool to take care of the problem. And this thing was no weed whacker, we’re talking heavy duty brush-trimming. I was quite frankly terrified when he fired that thing up, but was actually very impressed with the final results. Honestly, I hadn’t been that smooth since I was a grade schooler, and it still hasn’t started growing back! Of course, I took offense when Jeffie told me I owed him $50 for the trimming, considering everything that could have potentially gone very, VERY wrong.I think the whole getting naked thing was a bit much for Dave. Well, it was a bit much for everybody, but Dave seemed to really take it personally, to the point where he actually walked out on us. Now, it could have been the nakedness, or it could have been the fact that I get a laugh out of telling Dave that I’m not really a wolf. Never fails to get a reaction. It’s not really that I enjoy seeing Dave cry...no, wait, some sick part of me really does, can’t help it. That’s mean. Dave is actually pretty awesome...but, damn, it’s so hilarious watching him break down when I tell him I’m not really a wolf!But, yeah, Dave left, and wouldn’t come back until I got dressed again, so the clothes went back on. Honestly, it had been getting chilly, anyway, so I really didn’t have an issue with that. I did, however, have a really big issue with Jeffie super-gluing my clothes to me, just to make sure they’d stay on...As the evening was coming to a close, Jeffie ended up offering Dave a Peegasm Pill. At first I was a little hesitant about letting Dave take one, because with Jeffie there’s never really a guarantee that you’re getting what he’s offering, and I really didn’t want to see Dave go through the aftermath of a Pee-like-razors Pill. Luckily for Dave, Jeffie delivered. Judging from the sounds coming from the back lawn, Dave was enjoying himself immensely. In fact, he seemed to be a bit dehydrated after the fact. I’d mentioned to Jeffie that perhaps Dave would enjoy a nice, fresh Fapuccino. I believe Jeffie had mentioned that it may take him awhile to prepare it, so I took it upon myself to provide Dave with my own personal brew. Bottoms up, buddy!

So, we kicked the show off by announcing that KnownAsJosh is officially engaged to his little lady, Stephanie. We’re actually very happy for them, and wish them the best. It also means that we may have to have a bachelor party broadcast sometime down the road here. Or not...fun idea, though!We also announced that we will have new t-shirts available for sale at Finger Lakes Metal Fest. Been about three years since we had a new shirt design, and we’d like to thank Nikki Reese for her artwork contribution, ‘cuz it’s pretty bad-ass!Let’s see, what else...This week’s Racist Randy was slightly less of a waste of airtime than previous weeks, mainly because I got to spout off about how much I hate Jeffies. Yes, I actually admitted to being a Jeffie-ist, as did Joe and KnownAsJosh. This also led to a discussion involving our upcoming Three Stages Of Hell Death Match, where I’m going to destroy Jeffie twice, and hopefully talk Azkath into not making anymore. Joe mentioned that he’d like to see Leatherface get involved, but he was actually talking about a wrestler famous for his work in one of the Japanese promotions. Funny how things come back to wrestling on this show...kinda like Ames...Jeffie had handed me a gift from Azkath, and I’ve gotta admit that I was really worried when he asked me to close my eyes and hold out my hand. Honestly, I had to confirm that he hadn’t been unzipping his pants when he made that request. You just never know with Jeffie...But, as it turned out, this gift was a little ceramic pig, and there was a very strange story behind its’ origins. It seems that Azkath had burned a brush pile, and the next day the ceramic pig was sitting in the middle of the circle of ashes. It had NOT been there the prior day. Or so Jeffie says. I’m sure there’s a perfectly rational explanation. Jeffie doesn’t seem to believe so, though, even going so far as to suggest that it was actually a cursed object, gifted upon me by the Elder Things that reside in the back fields out behind Azkath’s place. Obviously I’m not buying any of this, and have actually taken the time to give the little fella a nice paint job.Cursed object, what a crock...We also mentioned that No Pants Day was only a week away. Rick actually expressed gratitude that he wouldn’t be in attendance for this, as he’ll be seeing Soulfly in Rochester that night.For those unfamiliar with this tradition (which we totally stole, and improved upon!), the first Friday in May we celebrate this silly day. Pants are optional. Now, this doesn’t mean we have to run around in our underwear, but that is usually exactly what happens...that, or worse. I have actually, in recent years, been the guy who’s completely ruined No Pants Day for all involved. Don’t believe me? Go to our YouTube page and check out some of the fun. This will actually be the first celebration of No Pants Day in our new digs, as last year we took the festivities to The Last Exit For The Lost, much to the dismay of all in attendance that night.Speaking of dismay, Jeffie had mentioned wanting to make sure he trimmed his pubes beforehand. Obviously this was a topic of discussion we didn’t care to pursue, especially when he took it a step further and suggested that maybe he’d plant his pubes to see if more Jeffies grew out of them. Yeah, how’s THAT for a visual...In the long run, though, I had a far more disturbing visual for everybody, as I made the official announcement that, this year, on No Pants Day, I would be going Full Monty. Yep, you read that right, I am goin’ commando this year, because after everything I’ve done in previous years, there is no other way for me to possibly top myself. I apologize in advance, but this year, Wulfie’s gettin’ nekkid!We ended the evening on a somewhat high note when Joe revealed that he’d paid a visit to Cyberdyne labs, where he was outfitted with a new metal arm and hand. The hand even shoots away from the arm, which he promptly demonstrated by zeroing in on Jeffie’s head...and my groin.I’ve gotta get me one of those before the Death Match...